• Before I get into the match report, a short Quokka community (Quokmunity?) service announcement:
    Some of you may not be aware (I wasn’t until the Napier match), that in addition to being the usual custodian of the big blue team kit bag, The Rev has his own personal kit bag. This is also blue, but slightly smaller. I would suggest that we should treat his personal bag as we would anybody else’s, ie. asking politely to borrow anything from it, rather than the “open slather” approach to the team kit.
    The Rev may appear calm on the outside, all smiles, nods and pats on the bum, but inside he is a seething mass of punches and head buts accumulated over three years of 5 am wake ups and just waiting to be unleashed on the next f’wit that goes rummaging around in his stuff without asking.
    You have been warned.
    Right, the Napier match.
    We arrived at the ground to find the wrong team waiting for us, The Rev (using his words, not headbuts), quickly sorted them out. Some pre-match catching practise and a won toss and we were batting.
    A strong wind and a big puddle of piss in the outfield made conditions tough and runs, particularly off side boundaries, were difficult to come by. The latest opening pair of Mo and the Big Dog didn’t really get going, and Dutchy got run out by a direct hit. Unluckiest dismissal of the day.
    This brought together the standout partnership of the innings,  Lonely Joe and the Cruizer. 30 no and 29 respectively at faster than a run a ball, with a 6 each. Nice work lads.
    Highlights of the Rev’s knock were briefly facing up left handed and keeping an over from their dangerous spinner out. Emu was the backbone of the middle and lower order, knocking up 28 including a rarely seen switch hit, which deserved more than a single into the sewer water.
    A total of 120 seemed very low, but you know the old adage: don’t judge a track until both teams have batted.
    The defence started well with Lonely taking a wicket in the first over and an opener gone for a duck. Unfortunately even a nice tight Quokka huddle couldn’t conjure up another wicket for quite a while. Their next two batsmen put on 60 runs between them and things were looking grim.
    Some tight bowling, in particular from J-rod, Ed, The Phantom and Dutchy led to scoreboard pressure, and finally the wickets started to fall. Ed, Phantom and Mo were all the beneficiaries of outfield catches showing varying degrees of confidence by Emu, Ed and The Rev.
    Special mention should be made of the The Phantom’s effort to make a lot of ground to get under a high ball and try and catch it three or four times. Maybe if we all had our parents watching we’d show that sort of commitment?
    With such a low total it was always going to be tight, and they only needed 6 off the last over. They got there with one ball to spare. An agonising loss taken hard by all, especially final bowler Lonely, who spent the night in a room of mirrors.
    Special thanks to all those who put their shoes, and lets face it, personal wellbeing on the line by volunteering to field in the stank. Although nobody showed commitment like the Napier guy who aquaplaned straight into it on his arse at the first opportunity.
    Oh well, at least we got to go back to the Napier and watch the Big Dog smash a Bogan Burger.
  • After arriving at the patchy Ramsden st oval and winning the toss the mighty Quokkas elected to bowl with a stiff breeze at their backs.
    Some tight bowling early kept the early scoring restricted, but the first wicket didn’t fall until Emu’s second over, a sharp catch from the Dutchman in the gully. The Quokkas were away, and next over Atlantis made up for his early length struggles by picking up a clean bowled with the last ball of his spell. Some more tight bowling from J-rod and Ed built pressure on the batsmen and led to Mo taking a wicket with his first ball and drinks being called. With the Napier at 3-60 we were pretty happy with proceedings.
    Unfortunately this brought their left handed tonker to the crease. He took a particular liking to Paris and hit three 6’s and two 4’s on his way to 35 off 14 balls. Once he and his partner in crime retired, the rest of the batting lineup didn’t put up too much resistance, with Ed, Radar, J-rod and Paris all picking up wickets. Despite some talk of deliberately dropping catches to avoid the big hitters coming back in, we cleaned up the tail, with the aid of a handy runout. As it turned out the retirees didn’t cause too much trouble, both going in the second last over to close out the innings at 142.
    Good effort all round in the field. Particular mention to Big Dog filling in admirably behind the stumps in trying conditions and Ed who was in his own words ” impenetrable” sweeping on the boundary.
    Unfortunately the Quokkas never really got going in the run chase. After Emu went early watching the ball slowly dribble off his pads onto the off bail, the rest of the top order tried valiantly, but particularly found boundaries hard to come by. J-rod, Mo and Dutchy all hit double figures, but the top score was the new batting sensation The Big Dog. Coming in late in the order he used his trademark technique to work the area behind square on the leg side like no one else can. But it was a bridge too far, and the Quokkas were all out in the 24th for 107.
    Bad luck lads, but great effort. The Napier seemed like a decent bunch of blokes. The game was played in the right spirit, as epitomised by one of their batsmen coming out, swinging and missing a couple of times, then saying “I shouldn’t have smoked those two joints before I came out here.”

    See some of you this Sunday at the new venue


Recent Comments

  • Strong.
  • Proper swing bowling that was. Pitch it up.
  • Fabulous article which made us smile in the Spanish sunshine...
  • You forgot to mention Harry getting to bowl an over aswell. ...
  • Please see point 5.